After pushing all spring to get here, we find ourselves in Grenada…and now what? We have been moving so much it feels strange to sit still for a change and the first week here we sat around looking at each other not quite sure what to do. So what do we do on a daily basis?
There is a large community of cruisers here, spread all around the southern end of the island who, like us, have come to escape the threat of hurricanes. Many will head north for the summer after putting their boats on the hard however we have decided to spend the time here and explore the island. With all of the cruisers that do remain, there are lots of things to do on shore to keep us entertained and busy.
Back to Maslow, our primary needs seem to be food, drink and internet. Sprinkle in some health appointments, trips to the chandlery and getting a phone, and our first few weeks were spent just finding our way around. Luckily the local bus system is efficient and cheap, if not a little chaotic. Grenada is a vibrant island with full marine services and lots of foreigners. The local medical and vet school ensure a large, supply of affluent students and the cruisers, while cheap as dirt, still inject significant money into the local economy.
The biggest change has been social. We have actively sought out other families and have met some great people with young children your age, and our little Pumba has been getting a work out pulling kids around the harbour on the wakeboard. The Oliver family from Calgary, the Dubois family from Ottawa, and our new friends the Gille-Naves from France have kept you busy and entertained. We have discovered a local volleyball group that plays 2-3 times a week at Secret Harbour marina and we have become regulars on the court. You play with the adults and it was a special moment when I looked around to see the three of us playing together. Although the quality of play is somewhere between the Special Olympics and a nursing home, it is great fun and you are both developing credible court skills.
After spending a few weeks in Hog Island Bay we have moved around to the front of St Georges harbour where the water is cleaner, there is good access to shopping, and the Grand Anse beach is a two minute RIB ride away. As romantic as this lifestyle may seem from your current vantage point, much of our time is taken up with the daily chores of life: shopping, boat maintenance, laundry, cleaning, cooking and staying in touch with friends consumes most of the day. Throw in volley ball, a Hash (more to follow) on Saturday afternoon, Fish Frys on Friday, Carnival, and regular social activities with other cruisers, and our time seems to fill up pretty quickly. I am reminded of retired folks who are so busy that they complain that they lack any free time!
On Saturday we signed up for a “Hash”, which Mommy thought would remind her of her youth on the west coast, but a Hash is a walk/run through rough countryside followed by loud music, beer, local food and general socializing. It is billed as an event for “drinkers with a running problem” and these runs happen in a different community every Saturday and have been going on for over 50 years. All proceeds from the sale of food and beer go to the local community and when we went on Saturday there were over 350 participants, comprising cruisers, locals and students. It was a nice diversion and we all got some badly needed exercise.
One ever present aspect of life in Grenada is the music they call “Soca”. I use the term loosely and it seems like a combination of electronic music, rap and reggae….played real loud! It amazes me that anyone here has any hearing left! At the risk of sounding like an old fart, it often borders on the “shoot yourself in the head, jump in the ocean” variety and we are subjected to this music in the street, in the buses, every time a “rum cruise” passes our boat and, of course, at all festivals. Unfortunately, the content is often not suitable for children and you often turn to us with wide eyes open! Thankfully, you are able to discern the appropriate from the inappropriate. Perhaps we really are getting old?
If you’re interested in hearing a sample (remember you HAVE to play it at full volume, stick your head against the computer, and repeatedly slam the lid on your head, to appreciate the experience) here is a link: